Hi there. Jerry here. Manda’s off doing some kind of writing thing, so I thought I’d pop in and give you a piece of my mind. Secretly.
I’m serious. If she knows I exist, she’ll throw things at me until I squish. Even though I pay my rent on time. Landlords, am I right?
Anyway, she wrote a scary, 100% accurate tale a while back about the spider mafia and the mind control it uses to make good people do bad things. I’m not a part of the spider mafia myself, but it’s a system I respect. You gotta respect what you fear.
So, like I was saying, Manda’s busy, and she’s falling behind on the internet updates. So I figured I’d help out. I’m a reader of sorts, and she does a lot of these book reviews, so I found one that looked right up my alley and decided to give it a try. It’s a little thing called Coraline by Neil Gaiman.
Coraline is a book for kids that like nightmares, otherwise known as “little masochists.” It’s about a girl who has a name that no one cares to remember that is bored and goes to an alternate dimension for fun, only to find terror behind the door. Not that in-your-face terror. It’s that creeping terror, that general unease that crawls under your skin, just out of reach.
Dead button eyes see all and detached hands masquerade as spiders (a costume that is only slightly offensive to me and my kind, given the circumstances). Unfair games and dirty tricks on both sides level the playing field. It’s a tale of darkness and whimsy—something that sits well with my kind.
I give Coraline an 8 out of 8. Even though it was written for children, I think it holds enough merit to keep adults entertained, too.
Excuse me while I bug out. She’s coming back from her tea break.
Jerry out!
Manda Kay Writes 